Of Quidditch Teams and Telepathic Dreams:

Description: An HP comedy by me, and I am… wait, why are you even asking? My name is right up there. Idiots.

WARNING! Story may cause excessive laughing, gut busting, falling out of chairs, and/or extreme loss of brain cells. If you experience any of these problems please consult your local HP fansite. They may not be able to help you, but at least they will have heard about my story and then you won't be alone. Now on with the story! P.S.: Like all great stories this one has a clichéd beginning, so please bear with me. P.S.S.: Oh yeah I don't own HP. That right belongs to the extremely talented Miss Rowling.

It was a beautiful warm day. Sunlight filtered down… straight into Ginny's eyes. Groaning she rolled over onto her belly. Soft grass tickled her nose. Wait, since when did she have a grass bed? She shot up only to fall back down. "That was a bad idea," she thought dizzily. (Oh come on. Don't tell me I'm the only one that gets really dizzy when I get up too fast first thing in the morning…) Looking around she noticed that she was indeed no longer in her comfy cozy room, but rather a large garden partially surrounded by trees. In the distance a stately mansion stood regally atop a hill. After a while she managed to drag herself to the nearby pond fed by a gurgling waterfall she heard, but could not see. She flopped down on her belly, not knowing where she was nor truly caring, and began to doze off with her chin slightly in the water. She awoke when she heard or rather sensed a presence near her. She almost jumped out of her skin when she glanced to her left and saw a big black nose in her face. That nose was attached to snout, which was in turn attached to a great white wolf. His ice blue eyes bore into her own green-brown ones. How could they not? His face was only an inch from hers. She tried scooting away and ended up falling on her butt. He let out a bark that sounded suspiciously like a laugh and crossed the short distance to her side. She closed her eyes expecting an attack, but opened them once nothing happened for a bit. Once again the wolf was right in her face. Has this guy ever heard of "personal space"? He stepped closer. Guess not. He circled her a few times inspecting her. Once finished he stopped in front of her and stared deep into her eyes. (Man, that sounded corny. Oh well, I'm not changing it now.) The frost in his eyes melted to reveal a gorgeous ocean colour that sparkled with mischievous curiosity. Slowly he leaned towards her head and did something unthinkable. He's sniffing me! It was true. Apparently he liked the way she smelled. However he inhaled too deeply and got some of her hair in his nose. This caused him to start sneezing. All at once Ginny burst out laughing. You would too if you found out the big bad wolf had allergies. After the laughter subsided she noticed that he was staring at her again. While they were staring the scene began to waver and fade. Little did she know that as the garden faded away they were thinking the exact same thing: Who are you?

All of a sudden Ginny shot up in bed. She panicked and then relaxed when she realized she was still in her room. "Whoa, freaky dream," she thought aloud.

"Ginevra Weasley! You're going to be late for the train!"

"Coming mother! I'm all packed. I just have to get dressed and bring down my trunk!"

"Well hurry it up then!" And hurry she did, but she did it all on autopilot for in her mind she was still reliving the dream…

(Just a quick end note: I'm already working on the next segment and should have it up by tomorrow.)